Chapter 12 No one would dislike her.
The girl's thoughts were clear.
Xie Qiao was a little stunned.
Xie Qiao looked at the tightly covered green gauze tent and Song Jin who was only half an arm's length away from him.
He was probably sure of it in his heart.
As long as the two of them stayed close to each other in the bed curtain, he could hear Song Jin's thoughts.
Seeing Xie Qiao getting on the bed, Song Jin nervously clutched the corner of the quilt.
But Xie Qiao didn't make any other moves. He seemed to be standing there in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.
Song Jin was a little curious: "Husband?"
Xie Qiao responded calmly: "Take a rest."
"Oh." Song Jin's face fell in disappointment, but it was dim in the bed curtains, so she hid her expression under the quilt.
Xie Qiao couldn't see anything at all.
She is considerate at heart.
[It’s okay. My husband must not be fully recovered. He walked such a long way today and must be tired! 】
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Xie Qiao suddenly turn his head and look at her.
Song Jin was startled: "Husband, what's wrong?"
Xie Qiao held it in for a long time, wanting to say something but stopping himself, and finally just sighed: "It's okay."
"Okay, then I'll go to sleep first." Song Jin had been setting up his stall before dawn today and had accompanied Xie Qiao for a whole day, so he was naturally tired.
The quilt was warm and Song Jin felt drowsy.
But Xie Qiao didn't feel sleepy at all.
He turned his head and looked at Song Jin, who was sleeping soundly beside him, without any defense.
Just now he almost explained that he was not unwell, but he had other plans.
only……
After making sure that he could hear Song Jin's inner voice, the words "I love my husband the most" that his second fat man had repeated countless times flashed through his mind.
He knew Song Jin didn't hate him.
Even though he was injured at the time, Song Jin still agreed to marry him. He thought she did it only because it was her brother's last wish.
For such a long time, she had always taken good care of him, and even though the family did not have much money, she tried her best to buy him good medicinal herbs and food.
She had no complaints even though he was lying in bed and unable to earn money.
She has a good personality and often smiles shyly with sweet dimples when facing herself.
He originally thought that Song Jin was only nice to her "husband".
After all, Song Jin had little experience, and even though she knew that he was much older than her, she had no choice but to make do with what she had.
But I didn't expect that she actually liked me.
A girl's thoughts are not mixed with any lies.
She didn't know who Xie Qiao was, and she had no thoughts about his family background or his purpose.
Her love is too pure.
She could only suppress it in her heart, a throbbing that she dared not express out loud.
What about him?
Looking at the girl sleeping soundly beside him, Xie Qiao's eyes darkened.
He had thought before that it would not be long before he would be able to return to Kyoto, at which time he would reveal his true identity and find a suitable boy for her that she would like.
But what if she likes me?
Xie Qiao closed his eyes slightly.
He's not sure.
He couldn't deny that when he heard Song Jin's voice, the word "like" hit his heart hard.
It was a feeling he had never experienced in all these years.
But the Xie family’s capital is too complicated, and this little girl is too simple and not suitable.
After becoming the patriarch of the Xie family, Xie Qiao knew clearly that what he needed was a wife who followed the rules, had a suitable family background and could help him manage family affairs.
It doesn't even matter whether he likes it or not.
But he happened to get married here.
His wife was lying next to him, completely unaware of the complicated feelings in his heart.
Xie Qiao opened his eyes and looked at Song Jin who was already fast asleep in the dim light.
She sleeps well and doesn't move around much, like a sensible kitten, at most she just rubs against people.
No one could dislike her.
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When he woke up, Song Jin saw that the bed next to him was empty.
Huh?
It's so early, where is my husband?
Song Jin got up from the bed, quickly tidied up the bedding and opened the bed curtains, and immediately saw Xie Qiao sitting by the window.
He also had a cup of herbal tea in his hand.
After hearing the voice, Xie Qiao turned around with a normal expression.
"My husband, you woke up so early?" Song Jin's cheeks were still flushed from waking up.
Xie Qiao just glanced at him, then looked away calmly: "Yeah."
Song Jin has a good personality and doesn't get grumpy when waking up.
What's more, Xie Qiao has always been cold and Song Jin is used to it.
His personality is like this, and his face and figure have not changed.
There is nothing more pleasant than seeing a handsome face early in the morning!
"Then my husband, please sit down and take your time. I'm going to go cook and set up the stall!" Song Jin was like a hardworking little bird that woke up early.
She flew lightly, chasing the rising sun.
Xie Qiao still felt complicated, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.
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As usual, I set up the stall to sell steamed buns, and today is the day to deliver pastries to Xiu Cui Lou.
It cost her a lot of money to repair the stall, so she has to do more work recently, after all, the Chinese New Year is coming soon.
Her husband was not in good health, and she was planning to ask someone to help her kill a pig to nourish her husband.
When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. The Fan family was dealt with quickly. Within two days, even Mr. Fan was thrown into prison.
This is big news in Chongzhou city recently. People are talking about it on the streets and alleys. Song Jin felt relieved when he heard it.
A big stone finally fell to the ground.
The dark clouds in my heart have dissipated, and I even have the energy to work!
After a while, Song Jin had prepared two large boxes of pastries.
Today she made a peony-shaped one, with sweet bean paste as the filling.
As soon as noon passed, she took the lunch box and walked towards Xiucui Tower.
But along the way, it seemed like there was always an aunt watching her and whispering.
Even if they were caught by Song Jin's eyes, they did not dodge.
She was confused all the way and finally got the answer in Xiucui Tower.
Miss Ju Lan sat at the table and pinched a piece of cake with her slender fingers. The rose-red pastry made her hands look even whiter and more tender.
She looked at the little girl in front of her and asked with interest, "Xiao Jin'er, I heard that you and your husband went out together yesterday?"
"Yeah." Song Jin nodded shyly, and then she realized: "How did Sister Ju Lan know?"
"Your husband is an eye-catcher. All the aunts in the city know about it. Now they are planning to go to your house to have sex with him." Ju Lan covered her mouth and laughed, "Tomorrow you can bring your husband here, and I will give him some advice."
Song Jin quickly said, "My husband is not feeling well. I guess he won't be going out recently."
"You little girl! You are so protective of your food, are you afraid that your sister will miss your man?" Ju Lan didn't get angry, she smiled and nodded, then bit the cake with her red lips: "Have you succeeded with your husband?"
Song Jin naturally knew what Ju Lan was talking about.
She blushed, but still shook her head: "No."
"Hmm? Not yet?" Ju Lan was a little surprised: "Although your husband seems to be good-looking, but Xiao Jin'er, you are so delicious, how can he resist?"
Ju Lan whispered, "I'm afraid it won't work, right?"
Song Jin couldn't say anything.
She doesn't know either.
After all, Xie Qiao was like a monk, and his eyes were clear, as if he didn't care about worldly matters at all.
"You should figure it out as soon as possible, little girl. If he is just a pretty face, you should think about your future." Ju Lan warned seriously, "Don't be silly and just look at his face. You will end up wasting your time."
Song Jin hummed twice: "I know that sister Ju Lan loves me, sister, please eat more cakes. I added roselle to this, it is very beautifying."
Ju Lan smiled happily: "You really know my taste!"
Song Jin looked at the surrounding layout, which was completely different from before.
This room originally belonged to Sister Qinghong. After she got married, Ju Lan moved in.
Song Jin suddenly thought of Qinghong that night, and couldn't help asking, "Sister Julan, how is Sister Qinghong doing recently?"
"I don't know." Ju Lan's tone gradually became lighter: "I haven't heard from her for a long time."
Then she comforted Song Jin: "Don't worry, little girl. Maybe he is wearing gold and silver and eating delicious food!"
"Yeah," Song Jin's face still didn't relax: "I hope Sister Qinghong can live a good life."
"You!" Ju Lan tapped Song Jin's forehead: "You should worry about yourself first."
"Okay." Song Jin responded obediently. She glanced at the sun outside and said, "Sister Ju Lan, I have to go to the pharmacy. I'll leave first."
Her husband had almost finished taking his medicine, so she wanted to get some more.
besides……
She wanted to ask if her husband's body was not fully recovered.
Ci'an Hall is not far from Chunliu Lane. Song Jin has walked on this road since he was a child and is very familiar with it.
As soon as they entered the pharmacy, the apprentice who was grinding medicine at the door stood up and smiled shyly at Song Jin: "Sister Xiaojin, you are here?"
The young apprentice is called Xiao Wuzi, and he was accepted as a disciple by Uncle An two years ago.
He is only ten years old this year and is an orphan. He had been living among beggars for a long time and was only brought back after meeting Uncle An.
Because of the lack of nutrition, he doesn't look like he is ten years old at all.
Xiao Wuzi is sweet-spoken. When he sees Song Jin, he calls her "Sister Xiaojin". He is also a handsome and clean young boy.
The herbal scent is refreshing.
Song Jin had a good impression of him.
She smiled and said, "Yeah, where's Uncle An?"
Xiao Wuzi replied: "Master is behind."
As he was speaking, Uncle An came out from the back hall.
He was wearing a blue gown that had been washed to a pale color, with the sleeves rolled up to his arms.
Following him out was a limping injured person.
When Xiao Wuzi saw this, he quickly put down his work and went forward to help.
Although Uncle An is a doctor, he speaks in a rude manner.
When he was a child, Song Jin was afraid of him for a while.
After sending him to the door, Uncle An reminded him again: "You must take good care of your injury. Don't go hunting in the mountains for the time being. It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. I know your family is in financial difficulty, but if you don't take good care of yourself, you will easily develop a chronic disease in the future. You are lucky this time. You fell into the cave and were rescued. You must be careful next time!"
The injured man's face was bruised and swollen. He spoke with difficulty: "I understand, I understand."
Uncle An was a straightforward man. Seeing this, he didn't say much and just asked Xiao Wuzi to send the man home.
While washing his hands, he turned around and asked, "Jin girl, how is your husband's injury?"
"He looks almost well now. He even went out with me yesterday. Thanks to Uncle An for taking care of him!"
Song Jin said as he placed the pastries wrapped in oil paper on the counter.
Knowing that he was coming today, Song Jin deliberately did a little more.
Aunt An loves to eat.
"You are so thoughtful, little girl." Uncle An wiped his hands with the coarse cloth, turned back to the medicine cabinet, and skillfully picked up and weighed the medicine: "This tonic is expensive. Give him two more doses and then stop. Let him eat more nutritious food."
Song Jin nodded.
All medicines are poisonous, and Song Jin didn't want Xie Qiao to take so many medicines.
only……
"Uncle An." Song Jin glanced at the door.
There was no one else in the pharmacy, and it seemed that no one wanted to come in.
Song Jin asked in a low voice: "Uncle An, is my husband's health fully recovered? Are there any other questions?"
"Most of his injuries were superficial. The wounds were a bit deep, but they have healed long ago. His bones, lungs, and internal organs were not injured. The rest was just because he was tired from all the work. After all, he is a young man, so he just needs to replenish his energy." Uncle An kept his hands on his hands: "What is wrong with him?"
"No, no!" Song Jin quickly shook his head and then stammered.
Song Jin grew up under the care of Uncle An. This girl used to be very cheerful and had never experienced anything like this before.
He stopped and looked at Song Jin.
I noticed that the little girl in front of me lowered her head, as if she was a little embarrassed.
He seemed to be hesitant to speak, as if he was trying to organize his words but didn't know how to say them.
Uncle An seemed to suddenly understand something. He tried to ask, "Do you two want to have a child?"
child?
child?
Song Jin was stunned. She hadn't thought of this!
She just wanted to ask, wanted to ask...
"Uncle An, my husband was seriously injured. Is he weak?"
"I can't tell from the pulse." Uncle An thought for a while, then he said, "Well, I'll add another medicine this time, you go back and try it."
Song Jin's cheeks blushed slightly: "Thank you, Uncle An."
After taking the two full packets of medicine, Song Jin felt much more at ease.
if.
She said if!
If her husband is really powerless, she will definitely not despise him.
As a couple, you should stick together through thick and thin.
If she is sick, she will get treatment. She will sell more steamed buns to support the family!
And I heard that Uncle An had helped a couple in their forties who already had children get pregnant with twins!
Song Jin walked home with full confidence.
When she arrived in the yard, she pushed open the door and went into the kitchen, heated up some food for herself, then moved a small stool and sat in front of the small stove to boil medicine.
She doesn't hate the smell of medicine.
After all, she had been quite petite since she was a child, so her grandparents had to live with her in Ci'an Hall.
It wasn't until she was about ten years old that her body was fully recovered.
She is very familiar with the smell of medicine.
What's more, the medicine prescribed by Uncle An is not pungent or nauseating.
It smells much better than the medicine she drank as a child!
The fire in the small stove was burning gently, and it took Song Jin less than an hour to boil the medicine. By the time she carried the medicine into the bedroom, it was already time for bed.
She held the warm medicine and pushed open the door.
What caught my eye was the figure of Xie Qiao, who was copying a book seriously at the table.
He stood tall and straight, with a focused look and a cold aura, but under the flickering candlelight, the coldness could be slightly melted away.
When she saw Xie Qiao, her heart began to leap with joy.
But today, amidst her excitement, she was still a little worried.
She placed the medicine next to Xie Qiao's hand: "Husband, take the medicine."
"Um."
Xie Qiao originally wanted to leave it alone, but the little girl beside him kept waiting there.
As if to watch him drink the medicine.
The little girl would feel sad if the medicine got cold and couldn't be taken.
After all, her money is different from that of the Xie family.
She earns her money one steamed bun at a time.
He put down his pen helplessly and drank the slightly bitter medicine in one gulp without frowning.
only--
Why does today's medicine taste different from the past?
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